i will try to keep this blog out of the 'i'm bored enough to read Spencer's' emergency room. maybe Nelle will see it during one of her ambulance joyrides and find the appropriate defibrillator...
of course, i have survived the pissed off black widow too. unfortunately, i haven't found a Lysol shellacked body either. still, i ain't goin' to look for it. hellno. i guess i'm keeping myself alert enough with visions of a crazed spider pouncing on me as i sit, fully incapacitated, on the can. who cares if it was just Lysol. for all i know, that could be the arachnid version of angel dust... oh look, i failed to read the extra fine print at the bottom of the can!
it says, "DO NOT use as a substitute for killing spiders, or you will be in for a long night. you had better leave the state, buddy." great...
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